Nobody Flashes: We Are Now...Safe.

Nobody Flashes!

COMRADES!

This is my 1,111 post! Well, not on Townhall, but on Blogger.

Yes, I'm tired after all this writing. (That's me, in Christian Communist Dior)

Those of you who read any of my earlier stuff, know I have a great affection for the numbers, 111, or 11, or 1.11...222 is okay also, but it can either kill you, or make you a millionaire, I haven't figured that one out yet. I'll get back to ya.

And even though the news today was dire...so dire that our President declared a national state of emergency...

Most of us are relaxing tonight. Or watching sports on TV. Waiting to be attacked just as soon as it's possible. Right now, I think I see the virus trying to get into my back door...but, I'm ready. I have WASP spray, right by the latch.

I couldn't remember, (because as you see, I'm just so tired) if President Bush declared a national state of emergency after 9/11...I do remember him grounding all planes that did not have Saudis in them...

Gosh, our Presidents are just so...great.

Our President, Obama, can now declare himself dictator and control simply everything...in just minutes..including calling out the National Guard if those lines at Wal-Mart for free flu shots get out of line, and take them all to a "safe" place. We all saw what happened in Detroit.

I saw some pretty vicious mothers standing in lines today....it could get really bad. But---at least we have a commander-in-chief who makes quick decision when it comes to protecting American lives.

Still...it's Saturday night and I must leave you with the Nobody e-mail of the week, and since I'm half asleep...how about just a joke? Well, I think it's a joke. My neighbor on the other hand, just bought one.

Made in Germany--Batteries not included.

I don't know what's it's called, but I suggest "spread you legs" in German. That way, all the guys can demand action.

Due to the H1N1 flu virus being everywhere...don't forget to wash your hands before you get in it. And be sure and honk that horn. If fact, you might want to do that first.

Yes, I'll go to bed now. Really, I'm okay. Really.

Mao THIS!

Nobody’s Fool: How many times have you wondered about something, knowing in your gut, that something just doesn’t quite add up…but you just can’t put your finger on it. That’s how I felt today when I was thinking about the ‘President’ getting tough and taking over executive pay…No more bonuses for those greedy CEOs!

Obama could have prevented that problem if he had demanded that the CEO’s couldn’t take bonuses out of the TARP money in the first place, so it really is his fault. (And his predecessor)

Or was that the plan?-- Make some villains?

Wiseguy Obama says they can keep their bonuses…but next time, he will get them. Now, he has a CZAR that will tell everyone what they can make. And he’s JEWISH!

What a hypocrite. No wonder Castro loves the guy.

Yes, I was thinking back--- just what were the odds that every single CEO in the history of every single American bank that got that Tarp bailout money, put their hands in that pot and pulled out as much as they could carry to their off-shore bank accounts.

Every single one. Maybe there was one honest one in the bunch, but still, think about it. It all happened much too easily. I tend to think that, statistically speaking, the odds of a few putting up a fight would have been much more…believably.

Remember the steps: President Bush came out of absolutely nowhere and said; I have to save the world, it’s going to collapse, therefore, you the taxpayer are going to give billions to our banks so we can save you.

Within days, this invisible threat that most of us couldn’t even see, is solved.

And then, the “greedy” CEO’s take so many millions in bonuses that no one in America can believe their gall! Millions that they did not deserve---in fact they took so much money, none of them will ever have to work again in their lifetimes. (Nor their children) And it was given to them by a government that made sure no questions were asked about how they were to use the money.

That’s the give-away right there:this coup, was planned.

All the CEO had to do was fill out a simple two-page form…that’s it. Here you are sir; how many billions would you like?

And just one man is given the power to do it? Was there a big Congressional hearing?

Nope.

Did they use the money to “save” the country?

Nope.

Some of them get new offices, new jets, and expensive vacation homes.

Fact: 67% of this money went to the top big eight…like AIG, Bank of America, and Goldman Sachs, the same big eight that Obama is now going to cut their salaries.

THEN…while everyone is outraged about how the “greedy” CEO’s, (How dare they take that money!) NO one says much about the corrupt politicians that just gave it all to them, without any strings attached.

The fact that the government caused the problem in the first place is really not mentioned. (Gee, I seem to remember a savings and loan operation where the Bush family was involved…in the 1980’s don’t you? How much did we pay for that?)

The next step; Focus everyone on that nasty thing called…capitalism, and those greedy evil CEO’s. Saturate the news, the schools, and the blogs with it.

Michael Moore makes a movie, expressing our outrage, and the answer is: socialism or merging with Cuba…or Mao…well capitalism is just plain nasty, anything is better!

Create the problem, and now, the solution--- a mixture of communism/corporatism/ fascism of have, and have-nots, in other words…

China II.

America the beautiful…gutted like a pig.

Take over the banks, the companies, and set the stage for the new revolution, of…whatever they want to call it…they will save you.

That’s how the communist have taken over countries for eons. Mao, in fact, studied how to start a communist revolution, learned how to do it…in Russia, and was sent out as the agent of ‘change.'

The same thing happened in Cuba…pretty much.

Was this all planned?

The more I think about it: the more it obvious it is to me that the answer is: yes.
Remember when President Bush said, ‘I have to get rid of capitalism in order to save it.’ ?

What? Save it for WHOM?

It seems pretty simple. There have been meetings, deals, and plans put in place. When Michelle said Obama was going to “Completely rewrite our culture, history and get full, “change?”

We now know she meant…communism.

That fact just hasn’t hit Americans yet…but it will…it will.

In the end, those big eight companies will make more money than they ever could in a Republic, and their CEO’s will be living in China.

I hope they all drown in Kung-Fu Panda.

Volunteer Grandma..or You'll Be Sorry

Nobody Wins:





Volunteering Grandma's Time.

We keep hearing the same old thing...from Obama and his many communistic goons: 'Universal Health Care will not cost us a dime. Obama will find the "savings" to pay for all of it...trust him....not a dime.'

Now, logically speaking, with the highest national deficit ever created on the planet, most of us know that he...as Joe Wilson so eloquently put it... lies.

We are so far in debt now that there is no Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, ...we're broke. So, the plan is, get young blood up here working, (Latinos' ) get the old people to die off ...thereby the savings in costly care, and Obama can get his savings for his Unversal Health Care by saving costs that would be spent keeping everyone alive.

He has alredy admitted this.

That system of surviving the tax losses from the quicker demise of the older generation is working pretty well all over the world, and it's now coming here.

When we all figured out their plan, and went to tea parties, they cleverly had some democratic politician appear on the floor of Congress and declare that NO...it was the Republicans that want you to die, not us!

Does it matter?

But, that would be "genocide" so...they have to do this just right. There will be some people who will, despite everything, just not not die, but will need medications.

That's not good. So, we need to do something with these people, they figure.

What if...the old people, in order to get the medications that they need to keep alive, and didn't have money to pay for...what if the only way they could get those medications, is that they would have to "volunteer" their time to tutoring or working...in order to receive the drugs? That would fix the problem!

Nah...that won't happen you say? Well, they are already offering this, "if you want to go to college, you must serve the state"--- right? It's just one step further.

And the propaganda to prepare for it is already out.

This morning, my husband, who never talks unless he just has to, told me about a Medicare commercial he had seen. An old lady was teaching a class of lst graders, ballet. She says right off that she was "volunteering" her time teaching kids to dance, and then, the ad went on about her pill program with Medicaid.

Clever. She mentions she is volunteering...she needs medications. It's pretty obvious the exercise in mind-control here.

Last night, as I was standing in line at my local Walgreens Drug Store. I saw this flyer, a flyer asking for volunteers. (the one above) What I thought was funny about this is that this place is so far away that it would take you an hour to get there, and at least a tank of gas.

I looked up the organization, Urban Future...a think tank which is in every city, and found this quote:

"Our staffers function more like beat reporters going out into the field to observe..."

Really, I thought this was about mentoring?

It's function: get citizens to spy, and then report back to the "think tank." So the "think tank" can gather more information for their "social engineering" plans.

Many of the older citizens cannot retire now, because of what happened to their "retirement funds' but then, they could still work, and get paid.

But, that's not what they want. They need to save their big cushy jobs.

So... if some of these old suckers are not going to die, the state might as well use them.

You know, the Japanese are sending their old off to Islands in Asia. If Obama wants to send me off to Hawaii, and provide food, medical care, and a really nice house...I'm all for it.

What do you think? I'll volunteer to teach swimming to the local kids...once a week...just like the flyer says. I'll even teach them about communism for free!

Then live to the age of 111 just to torture them.

Hey, I know being a tyrant and figuring out ways to kill people off to save your cushy job is hard...but really, if you don't think they can MAKE you volunteer your time...you might want to find an island, and mentor your plants.

I'm just saying.NOTE>>>NOTE>>>>PLEASE READ BELOW:

NOTE: BLOGGER IS CENSORING MY FIRST PARAGRAPH...THIS IS A FIRST TIME...It had OBAMA's name...and I will put the first paragraph Here:

We keep hearing Obama and his communistic goons "Universal Health Care will not cost us a dime." Obama will find the cost savings to pay for it...trust him...not a dime. (Now, go back to the top)

Volunteer, or No Meds, Grandma?

Nobody Wins:














Volunteering Grandma's Time.














We keep hearing the same old thing...from Obama and his many communistic goons: 'Universal Health Care will not cost us a dime. Obama will find the "savings" to pay for all of it...trust him....not a dime.'



Now, logically speaking, with the highest national deficit ever created on the planet, most of us know that he...as Joe Wilson so eloquently put it... lies.


We are so far in debt now that there is no Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, ...we're broke. So, the plan is, get young blood up here working, (Latinos' ) get the old people to die off ...thereby the savings in costly care, and Obama can get his savings for his Unversal Health Care by saving costs that would be spent keeping everyone alive.


He has alredy admitted this.


That system of surviving the tax losses from the quicker demise of the older generation is working pretty well all over the world, and it's now coming here.

When we all figured out their plan, and went to tea parties, they cleverly had some democratic politician appear on the floor of Congress and declare that NO...it was the Republicans that want you to die, not us!


Does it matter?


But, that would be "genocide" so...they have to do this just right. There will be some people who will, despite everything, just not not die, but will need medications.


That's not good. So, we need to do something with these people, they figure.


What if...the old people, in order to get the medications that they need to keep alive, and didn't have money to pay for...what if the only way they could get those medications, is that they would have to "volunteer" their time to tutoring or working...in order to receive the drugs? That would fix the problem!


Nah...that won't happen you say? Well, they are already offering this, "if you want to go to college, you must serve the state"--- right? It's just one step further.


And the propaganda to prepare for it is already out.


This morning, my husband, who never talks unless he just has to, told me about a Medicare commercial he had seen. An old lady was teaching a class of lst graders, ballet. She says right off that she was "volunteering" her time teaching kids to dance, and then, the ad went on about her pill program with Medicaid.


Clever. She mentions she is volunteering...she needs medications. It's pretty obvious the exercise in mind-control here.


Last night, as I was standing in line at my local Walgreens Drug Store. I saw this flyer, a flyer asking for volunteers. (the one above) What I thought was funny about this is that this place is so far away that it would take you an hour to get there, and at least a tank of gas.

I looked up the organization, Urban Future...a think tank which is in every city, and found this quote:


"Our staffers function more like beat reporters going out into the field to observe..."


Really, I thought this was about mentoring?


t's function: get citizens to spy, and then report back to the "think tank." So the "think tank" can gather more information for their "social engineering" plans.


Many of the older citizens cannot retire now, because of what happened to their "retirement funds' but then, they could still work, and get paid.


But, that's not what they want. They need to save their big cushy jobs.

So...
if some of these old suckers are not going to die, the state might as well use them.


You know, the Japanese are sending their old off to Islands in Asia. If Obama wants to send me off to Hawaii, and provide food, medical care, and a really nice house...I'm all for it.


What do you think? I'll volunteer to teach swimming to the local kids...once a week...just like the flyer says. I'll even teach them about communism for free!


Then live to the age of 111 just to torture them.

Hey, I know being a tyrant and figuring out ways to kill people off to save your cushy job is hard...but really, if you don't think they can MAKE you volunteer your time...you might want to find an island, and mentor your plants.

I'm just saying.

Courage On Ice

Nobody Cares;

“Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed; for the Lord thy God is with thee, whithersoever thou goest”

Joshua, ch. I, V. 5

Once in a while I just have to write a letter to God. A letter where I can say what I want, and it really doesn’t matter…it’s also great therapy, as all the scientific surveys will assure you. Feel free to join in.

Dear God.

I want to first thank you for the birds you sent me today. You know that huge bush that I cannot afford to cut down, and my husband is too sick to? You know--the one right outside my computer room window? It’s become a favorite gathering place for all the little chippies, and cardinals to gather and just be the pretty little dears that they are---and they cannot see me, sitting only a few feet away. They chip and chirp and gather like little bunnies, warm and happy to sit and just be their adorable little selves. They give me great comfort, my little darlings. I could watch them sing and preen for hours.

If this keeps up, I might never cut that bush down.

Now I can put on my list of vices, bird voyeur. Good grief.

It was warm here today; the autumn leaves are just breathtaking. The yellows are coming out; the burning bushes are all in bloom. Bright red is everywhere, just punching in your eyelids. Forget the cell phones, watch out for the burning bush!

I saw the most endearing tree in the middle of the park today; it was light green at the top and throughout, and you threw multi-colored yellows in like miscreant dashes of mustard. The whole tree was soft, as if engulfed in light feathers…and then, bright, cranberry reds on the sides. What can you do with such beauty other than stare? None of the other trees could even compete with it. From afar, it was so beautiful it almost didn’t look real. I had to blink…

And then, another thank you is due…I know you get a lot of thanks, but how about one more? You know, that lesson you gave me, that one I so needed.

That lesson in courage?

My husband and I went to the local mall, (as you know) which was empty of all but a few shoppers, and just before we left, there he was---a hero, on the ice…on the ice rink.

But wait…I get ahead of myself. (Good thing you invented time warps.)

We were sitting on the side of the ice rink, looking through the glass…having a last minute pretzel before we left, and laughing at a man who had no doubt never been on a pair of skates before. He was taking a lesson, but was too scared to fall down, so therefore, he pretty much stayed in one place. Nevertheless, having no grace on skates myself, I know the feeling.

“Will I break a bone? How many falls can my butt take before it becomes too bruised? Is anybody watching? What about my hands! I won’t be able to play piano! Jeez.”

I wanted to yell at him, “Go ahead, take a chance!” But I think even his teacher was getting frustrated by the way he was waving his arms around at the guy.

Then it happened…pretty quickly.

I saw the wife first. She walked passed us, almost as if she was embarrassed to be carrying the contraption, she had in her arms.

“What’s she carrying? It looks like a real funny baby carriage, but it has paddles…weird.” I said.

But then, we looked into the rink, and there was a crippled man waiting in a wheelchair right outside the ice. The woman was probably his wife by the worried look on her face. In my heart, there was no doubt he was probably injured in the war, in Afghanistan or Iraq, by a roadside mine.

She put down the strange looking apparatus, and then man got in it all by himself somehow. Then, he literally scooted himself on floor, onto the rug, and then onto the ice…where he became…a man again.

He used two short paddles, (which looked homemade) and pushed himself to the other end of the ice with such upper strength that even I felt the freedom and strength in his arms, and I imagined what it must be like to be able to go fast again. As he soured from one end of the ice to the other, as quickly as any professional hockey player, my emotions soured with him.

Surely he was no stranger to the ice. And by his attack on the ice, no doubt, he was no stranger to the hardships of battle.

Yeah--- I got teary eyed. I wanted to go and tell the wife what an inspiration he was, and how I enjoyed watching him twist and turn with such grace, but…she had that look that one gets on your face, when life hits you with such surprise.

A look of exhaustion, worry, and “Why him? Why me?”

WHY?

The burden that has now been placed on her is unimaginable. Besides, my husband would have been embarrassed if I had done said something, so I didn't.
But the urge was strong because, I’ve been where she is before. The road ahead of her will be greater than his, in many ways. Watching him soar on the ice, you could tell that this man still had his spirit. Somewhere he had gotten support. But she was still…overwhelmed with the shock.

So God, I pray you will help these two American hero’s. Give her some cheer…and soon, in whatever way you can. Keep him strong for her.

And help me too God. The changes that they have been planning for so very long are all coming so fast, it’s hard to have an emotional defense, which is exactly what they want.

I feel so many days, just like that woman, and ask over and over the question of-- why? Why do we fight to save America, when our leaders destroy it?

You showed me a man standing tall today, and he didn’t even have any legs.

Courage…was the lesson…and may God help us all to have more of it.

An Army of ...Troops

Nobody Knows: ---Just why 'President' Obama is stalling on sending more troops to Afghanistan, when every day that he delays, the more soldiers lives are sacrifice...

Yes American lives are being lost because Obama is pussyfooting around, waiting for HIS guy in Afghanistan to get put in power...whoever that is.

He can't decide what to do until there are new elections. They need to have another corrupt election like the first. (First rule of Lawyers....stall.)

The Pentagon in the meantime, calls for 40,000 more "troops."

Here's what I want to know. Ever since Clinton taught us that the word "is" has endless possibilities, nobody knows when exactly at what moment in time did just one soldier became a "troop". Was it when we became an army of "one?"

Maybe Obama like me, thinks the word troop means, as it does in most dictionaries, "a body of soldiers." And therefore 40,000 troops is really 12 million men, minus Barney Frank.

Whatever he believes, he is obviously more concerned of his war on the American insurance companies who are "pulling out their big guns."

And that's a direct quote. "BIG GUNS? Insurance companies?"

Yes, Obama is at war with Americans, especially anyone who refuses to want his government run Heath Care. The real soldiers will just have to wait.

So, when we get our troops together to fight a tyrant, I suggest we go with the first definition of troops.

Then our "troops" will outnumber his.

Dunn & Heene: One Puts On Her Fight: the Other Puts On a Hoax

Nobody's Perfect:

Dunn & Heene

We had two, very imperfect Homo sapiens on top of the news last week, and if judged on a scale of one to ten in imperfections, I’d give them both a twenty-two.

First: While we all like a good UFO in the sky, and feel sorry for new inventors because they have only a 2% chance of ever seeing their inventions on the market--- when you decide to show off to the world that you are the inventor of the year, and you do it with an elaborately planned media hoax, you might just want to make sure that your children know how to lie, cheat, cry, and manipulate, just as well as you.

By now, everyone watched Richard and Mayumi Heene’s big grab for world attention last week, when they claimed that Richard’s really nifty new invention---the helium balloon, had escaped with his five-year-old son, Falcon, inside. Falcon must have lost his wings at birth, because no one saw him come down.

(I know we all want to get the space program up and running again, but this was a bit much.)

Little Falcon was found, and the family quickly ran to all the cable stations, sobbing tears of joy, and then it happened…Falcon ruined his parents life forever, by being honest.

Most think the crime of running millions of dollars worth of bills on the taxpayer’s backs while everyone was chasing the balloon, the first offense. But I beg to differ. Our own government does much worse to its citizens every single day, and we don’t even get a pretty balloon to watch.

No, what was worse, was the traumatic mental problems this dad saddled his little boy to bear. To know he hurt his parent’s lives for ever, by saying the “wrong” thing at the "wrong" time... well, to place that burden on a child is almost unforgivable. That’s child abuse right up there with Michael Moore. (Come on…something happen to Michael Moore as a child.)

Dad and mom need major therapy. I’d give the kids to grandma and grandpa for a while, and make mom and dad clean out sewers for about two years….but that’s me.

Second: And speaking of the space program---guess who help get John Glenn elected to the Senate, once upon a time? Yes, our second candidate, “I just love Mao and controlling the media, and, yes, I do look like mother Teresa, don’t I?”…Anita Dunn.

She also trained, that lovable White House spokemen, Robert Gibbs. You can see the resemblance, around the ears. The same gibberish comes out of the mouth.

Her main mistake was talking just a little too freely about loving communism, and Glenn Beck just took it and ran like a dog with a great, big, squeegee toy.

She quoted her favorite line by Mao: “You fight your war, and I’ll fight mine.”

I can only say…keep fighting Anita. In fact, get some lip gloss, and a few bushels of that California medicinal marijuana, and pass it around the White House.

Unless of course, they already have their own supply---in that case, go ahead, and give the rest of the Mao lovers their fair share.

And if you get too stoned to fight? Well, Anita…Nobody’s Perfect!

We would certainly understand how you would need a little relief from the pain.

The Market of Ignorance

Nobody’s Opinion: If you want to see real excitement these days, forget about balloon chasers, HlNl flu deaths, the weather warnings, or the latest discovery of what politician is making lewd passes to toes or interns, and just turn to your favorite cable news channel, whether it be CNN, FOX, MSNBC, and wait for it.

It happens every ten seconds---an expression of, “Oh…the DOW is UP!”

It doesn’t matter who declares it, they all do it. If you want to see expressions of real, honest-to-goodness joy, just watch any famous newscaster or pundit who is reporting the stock numbers. If the market is going up, they look like a bunch of five-year olds on Christmas morning. As if they just got that brand new X-Box, complete with all versions of Halo, and a year’s supply of gummy bears.

Just the other day, I was watching Sheppard Smith. His eyes lit up like Santa on a Bennie, as he impatiently waited for the Dow to reach over 10,000. Sheppard has the cutest smile and he can hardly contain his excitement. In his head, he had just made a whole bunch of money, without having to lift a finger. It’s a gambler’s addiction, and it’s clear to most of us…he has that “bug.”

No doubt he hangs with the crowd that gets the big tips, buys and sells at the right time, and keeps each other informed. And, even if they lose, they can turn it all around in a heartbeat because they’ve got the cash.

Neil Cavuto, likewise, could watch the world burn around him, but if the stocks were up, he’d be saying, “We must be thankful for what we have. Look around you, feeling blue? Your wife just left you? You lost your house? Well, don’t worry…the market is doing well. Count your blessings.”

Say what?

What’s just so remarkably funny to me is the fact that, to the many millions of Americans who watch this ‘joy’ every other second, it really doesn’t matter whether the stock goes up, down, sideways, throws up, grows a mustache, or does cartwheels on top of Barney Franks head…it doesn’t affect us one single bit.
We can’t really get that excited about it.

Why? Because for most of us, the thought of our 401-K’s making a couple of dollars, is not exactly on our “ode to joy” lists. And please…I’m supposed to feel sorry that Harvard lost money? The kids won’t get free breakfasts? Say that again?

The truth is, to make money in the stock market; you have to have money to play it. And right now, most of America is wondering what food group they are going to have to give up in the future just to pay their taxes. Gambling is not on the menu.

Well, what do I know? I never even knew what a stock was until well into my twenties. I would open up the paper, look at all the numbers and think…whoa. What does this all mean? D.O.W could just as well mean, “Don’t Ovulate in Winter”--that’s how much I knew about it.

So, why aren’t they teaching a mandatory class on how to trade stock in high school? Most high school students can’t even write a check, let alone know how to trade on the stock market. The only way in America you learned how to play the stock market, was if your parents taught you, like mister excitable himself, quack the duck, Jim Cramer. His dad taught him how to gamble at nine.

I was still climbing trees while Rockefeller was turning trades in his crib.

The motto has been,”Don’t teach the slaves to read…or how to play the market. " If the masses had been taught how to play the stock market in school, we might have seen more than tea parties after witnessing the greatest robbery scam ever committed in the history of the Milky Way. Wall Street, Congress, Presidents, and the Federal Reserve----gleefully destroyed our whole financial fabric by playing around with the stock market. They gambled, and made trillions, gave each other big bonuses, and then said, “Opps…who knew?”

Nevertheless, they keep on reporting this stuff as if it really matters to all of us. And yet, the truth is, it does-- because the real wealth of our nation is not in real money, it’s in thin air, and every up and down determines our very survival.
We went from agrarian, to industrial, to investments, to our now current “service” economy, where the servers really serve.

The cable owners know that most of America is suffering-- they know the stats. So who are all these stock markets updates for?

Themselves.

They need minute to minute information---so cleverly they just got the muddle masses to pay for it. The rich can keep up on all the latest stock reports. It’s a win-win for them, this continual ignorance of the masses.

And in-between joyful cable expressions, they remind to get that vaccine. They really don’t want any of us to get sick because—they are going to need us.

(No offense to Cavuto and Sheppard Smith is meant. I adore them both.)